Free 2B or Not 2B (Roomies Series) by Stephanie Witter

training against my fair skin. When his hand reached behind my head, in my pixie hair cut, he pulled me toward his face. At that point, I wasn't breathing anymore.
    The first thing I felt was the tickling of his stubble, but when my brain registered the sweetness and softness of his lips, I sighed, parting my lips just a tiny bit. His hand behind my head spasmed and tugged lightly on my short blonde hair. I grabbed his broad and oh so firm shoulders to keep me from making an ass out of myself by falling from the couch.
    But as soon as his tongue came in contact with mine, the sweetness and softness disappeared and lust and hunger took over. First, his teeth nibbled on my lower lip, teasing me. Then, his tongue played with mine, fighting, caressing it while brushing the roof of my mouth a couple of times, making me moan, and at that sound I couldn't keep inside me ; he growled. Desire rendered me helpless. I didn't want this kiss to end. I wanted him to touch me … everywhere.
    He nibbled on my lower lip again and pulled away, his breathing loud and labored. I opened my eyes and met two blue orbs so dark with desire that it almost made me lose all train of thought and strip naked. His lips were red and a little swollen from our kiss. And I'd be damned if I didn't want to nibble on his lower lip, too.
    "Fucking hot," he whispered, his breathing hitting me again. Goosebumps appeared on my arms.
    "You almost gave me an orgasm with your mouth."
    He sucked in his breath and shook his head. A smile turned up his wonderfully swollen lips. "You didn't just say that."
    I broke the eye contact and chuckled. Sometimes I needed a filter, and while drunk, even more so. "It's a compliment, Lord."
    "Believe me, I knew you enjoyed it without voicing it that way. It was like your body screamed for me to take you."
    All too true, but I didn't like it to be told aloud. I arched an eyebrow, something I couldn't do when sober. "I'm pretty sure if I put a hand on your crotch, you're sporting a boner. It works both ways."
    He crossed his arms over his broad chest and never lost his smile. "Go ahead."
    My eyes landed below his belt. It was obvious that he wasn't very comfortable in his jeans right now. I'd lie if I said that I wasn't doing a crazy happy dance in my mind, but I lived with the guy. Having some fantasies about him was all right, but acting on them was something else entirely. And he wasn't my kind of guy. Remember, London, you like preppy guys.
    "We're drunk. It's time to stop."
    "Afraid of what you might find?" he dared me, suddenly slurring his words less.
    I chuckled and stood up, swaying a little on the way up. I took a deep breath and faced him once again. "It's a dick, Byron. That's all."
    He gaped at me; his eyes wide open. He nodded once and shook his head, closing his mouth. "And I'm speechless."
    I shrugged and walked down the hall to my bedroom. Over my shoulder I called one last time. "You shouldn't be. This one was easy."
    * * *
    DAY 6
    Maybe calling Macon wasn't the best idea I ever had. I wrinkled up my nose and swallowed my comfort drink, the drink I always ordered when I was suffering from a hangover. Alcohol was the devil.
    In the cafe everything was modern. You could almost smell the fresh paint. A couple of months ago, the walls were a weird kind of old orange, but now I preferred the grey and soft blue they choose. Several pictures of the beach were hanging on the walls, and above the small counter that couldn't sit more than four people, a few pictures of celebrities who came here once were hanging. These people were from another era entirely because I didn't even know who they were.
    The patrons were busy with phone calls or their laptop. One man even ignored , for several minutes, the poor, young waitress who tried to take his order. Some people didn't have an ounce of manners.
    Macon was playing with a cigarette with his long , thin fingers, the only thing soft about him. His brown eyes assessed me without a